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letra de aint said shit - e. (br0nz) hobbs

song : “ain’t” said s—” written , performed by: e. (br0nz) hobbs (ascap registered artist) release date: 02/05/2020 “psykobis sativa” production. track production by: e. (br0nz) hobbs
vs 1:
i go psycho on mics these tikes think they tight
i catch rec in respect and flip like the tongue on a dike
i cash checks in effect and my lecture it be on on sight
got the judy on deck you can flex but we high as a kite
and my lifestyle? wild!
you still get called in by the street lights
on a b-tch allowance can’t eat right
she might lock the door if you late
key to the top lock, in her purse accepting your fate
i spit these hot rocks
living free as scottish rights mate
kids you watch not… even from your b-lls you make money for the cause
and don’t even see the fruits of your labor
should have listened to the homie project pat and don’t save her
but it’s all good
better you than me. “gotta” be some “simps” in the game for the foolery
sick p-wning your jewelry
in this h-ll on the earth this is where a fool will be
for some p-ssy till the pastor is “spittin” your eulogy
brk:
all these fools posturing but they, ain’t said s—
talking “bout” a dollar and these n—– ain’t said s—
oh you “trappin” huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
hot “cappin” f— n—- but you, ain’t said s—
got some hoes huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
cash and clothes f— n—- but you , ain’t said s—
gang, gang verse huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
in a he-rs- f— n—- but you, ain’t said s—
vs 2:
my mind flies to another dimension
its another realm, siting in the lab with my henchmen
their thoughts have no pliability they can’t peep the ascension
in fact they’re just liabilities all their brains in detention
all that mumble, stumble, bumble, jumble s— in their mentions
we taking it to another level but these devils pump apathy
scared of what we could do unfettered, better this is what rap could be
but the average “sucka” couldn’t partic-p-te so they clap at me
all of that whack s— will disappear they throw dap at me
i leave “em” hanging uttermost disrespectful i’m a rude boy
jump into the cipher amongst real ones and become food boy
s— would never hold up jewels and cars got you “swole” up and robbed f—– with the mob
stone cold lyrical k!llers
all our s—- eternal could give two f—- if you feel us
evoke the infernal ill burn you, you could never chill us
you’re just a small malady dying trying to out ill us
brk:
all these fools posturing but they, ain’t said s—
talking “bout” a dollar and these n—– ain’t said s—
oh you “trappin” huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
hot “cappin” f— n—- but you, ain’t said s—
got some hoes huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
cash and clothes f— n—- but you , ain’t said s—
gang, gang verse huh n—- but you, ain’t said s—
in a he-rs- f— n—- but you, ain’t said s—

- e br0nz hobbs

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